Mirror
There's a mirror...i see someone in there...who it is? Is it me? Am i like that?
And this scar? Oh god...i can not look in the mirror...why do you do this to me?
Why do you hate me so much?
I pause....
"Breathe" i say to myself..."You're beautiful just the way you are" , again the feeling of despair and disgust appears.
I panic..."who would love a girl like me? I have a scar...i have hair i wish i didn't have .. i am above my weight yet not with the body i want, i don't eat...or eat too much..."
The feeling of despair...of incompetence as woman...those feelings keep awake at night.
What am i doing wrong? Am i worthy of love? Am i able to love?
So many questions...and so many insecurities that don't let me live freely.
Just another day....
And this scar? Oh god...i can not look in the mirror...why do you do this to me?
Why do you hate me so much?
I pause....
"Breathe" i say to myself..."You're beautiful just the way you are" , again the feeling of despair and disgust appears.
I panic..."who would love a girl like me? I have a scar...i have hair i wish i didn't have .. i am above my weight yet not with the body i want, i don't eat...or eat too much..."
The feeling of despair...of incompetence as woman...those feelings keep awake at night.
What am i doing wrong? Am i worthy of love? Am i able to love?
So many questions...and so many insecurities that don't let me live freely.
Just another day....
M.P. da Silva
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